And because the darkness makes me feel freer, and because God knows I need this, not only do I let him; I join him.
I steal from him as he takes from me.
Kissing him back, I challenge his intensity with my own, moaning and whimpering into his mouth as he steps it up a gear, kissing the life out of me in a way that makes me question whether I have ever truly been kissed before.
Because this… this is on another level.
My pussy slips up and down his dick, marking him with my wetness. I slide a hand between us and wrap it around him, wanting to investigate what I felt earlier. But he delivers a dominating bite to my lower lip, making me whimper and pause my exploration.
He pulls his mouth from mine, and I blurt out before he speaks, taking myself by surprise.
“Do you want to taste me?”
He sucks in a rough breath at my question.
I’m taking it as a yes whether it is or not. I will not allow Callum’s lack of reciprocation in oral sex to give me a complex over the way I taste.
I have to know if it was just Callum. And it’s so dark that even if Declan screws his face up in disgust when he tastes me, I won’t know because I can’t see it.
I gather up some of my wetness from his dick and reach for his mouth. I can’t see where I’m going and I hit his chin by accident with my trembling hand, smearing some over it. He grabs my wrist, holding it still, and the second his hot tongue wraps around my fingers and he sucks down onto them, my eyes roll in my head.
Fuck, this man’s mouth.
He groans and grabs my wrist, forcing my fingers to remain inside his mouth as I try to retrieve them.
That one simple act has relief flowing through my body in a blissful wave.
His sinful mouth sucks on me with another gravelly groan before he squeezes my wrist, indicating for me to keep my fingers inside his mouth. He continues to swirl his tongue over them in delicious strokes that make my clit pulse and throb as he grips my ass cheek and lifts me.
I’m brought back down onto his waiting hand. I can’t tell how many fingers he’s pushing inside me, only that they’re thick, and my body is all too eager to take them in. The delicious fullness of having something to grip onto makes me shudder.
Using the handful of my ass as his anchor, he lifts me up and down with ease, bringing me up to the tips of his fingers, then back down again until my skin meets his palm.
He isn’t finger-fucking me; he’s making me fuck his fingers.
Something about it is so dirty it sends a wave of wetness rushing from me into his palm. The sound my body makes as I’m pulled onto his hand again is vulgar and loud.
But I don’t care anymore. I’m getting exactly what I came here for.
I curl my palm around his jaw, my fingers still nestled inside his mouth as he shows no sign of giving them back.
And he likes the way I taste.
I use his face as a handhold so I can move with him and fuck his hand harder. His groan spurs me on, and I ride him, dropping my head back.
He pulls his fingers from me without warning, and I fall onto him in shock.
“Why did you stop?”
He can’t answer me even if he wants to because my fingers are still filling his mouth.
He grabs my wrist, stilling my fingers against his tongue.
Then he shoves his own in alongside them.
I gasp as he sucks, groaning like I’m the most exquisite thing he’s ever tasted. He pulls my hand free and wraps his around it, entwining our soaking fingers before he licks all the way up my palm and sucks down on our combined skin.
Jesus Christ, if this is how he sucks fingers, I can’t even imagine what else his mouth can do.
